My Art

Always thought my first boyfriend would be my first kiss,
But unfortunately he was a huge miss,
A terrible excuse for a guy,
Always making me ask why,
Then I thought the second would be a win,
Sadly he too was thrown to the bin,
The bin of my sad, pathetice love life,
Cutting me life a sharp knife,

Now I prefer for university,
A new life, a whole new city,
Eighteen years old,
And they say my heart is cold,
But they don't know that I've never been kissed,
While they've been added to another guy's fuck life,
But, hey, the night is still young,
There's still so many more opportunities that I haven't rung,

And let me not forget the third boyfriend,
The one I could depend,
Shy and calm with a dark soul,
Pouring out his feelings to a bottomless hole,
He put the emotions but lacked the romance,
I put the romance but lacked the emotions,
I guess you can say were doomed from the start,
But I've realised that's my specialty, my art,